Sick Bastard by Jaci J Read Free Book Online Page A

if I did see her. I’ve been here for hours, watching the door like it’ll start performing tricks. People come in and go out, but there’s no sign of London.
    I don’t know what I’m doing. This shit is seriously disturbing on so many levels, but she’s an obsession that I can’t walk away from until I have her. I’m not looking for forever, hell, not even a few days. I’m looking for right now and tag, she’s it. I get what I want, one way or another.
    Sitting at the bar, I stare into my drink and begin thinking this may be her day off. My phone starts to vibrate in my jacket pocket and I fumble with it in pure desperation, pulling it out before it stops ringing, “Branson?”
    “Sir, she just left her building.”
    “Same car?”
    My unyielding need for any and all information about London has become an unhealthy prerequisite in my daily affairs. I’m not proud, but this is how I function. I don’t let shit go, and she’s one of those things at the moment.
    “Yes sir,” He answers.
    “Thank you, Branson.” I end the call, shoving my phone back into my pocket. Now I wait some more.
    “Good evening, handsome. Is there anything I can get you?” Plastic Barbie purrs as she leans over the bar. Jesus Christ, I can’t stand women like this. They’re so dense that they can’t even take a hint when they’re not wanted. I’m not interested. I’m a single-minded man on a mission for one woman, and one woman only.
    “No,” I snap at her. The only thing I need has long dark hair, a slim body with tits and an ass to die for. That’s the sight I get as I look down the hall that leads to the back of the restaurant, and she’s smiling from ear to ear.
    I feel a bit of relief wash over me as soon as I set eyes on her. It’s like that first hit of a cigarette after hours of waiting for one. At least all this waiting wasn’t a huge waste of my time. I get my second chance to talk to her, to make a better impression. I feel I need to apologize and maybe, just maybe, get to fuck her and move on. The need to talk to her and get her out of my head is a must. Apologize, leave a more suitable impression of myself and move the fuck on with my life. She’s just an obsession, that’s all. I have to convince myself of this before my life really gets fucked.
    I figure I’ve got time to take a quick piss so I head to the restroom. Once I return, I see her. Fuck, of course she’s even more beautiful than I remember. I was hoping the terrible mood lighting from the last time I was here had fucked with my eyesight but it didn’t. I see that there’s not a damn thing that could make her look bad.
    She looks around the floor like she’s looking for someone, but she only shakes her head, almost looking disappointed if I saw the look correctly.
    She walks behind the bar and I watch her as she starts going through what I assume is the reservation book. I wanna fuck her on and against that bar like she’s never been fucked before. She leans up and over the bar and my dick gets hard. She's concentrating with her arms folded under her tits, pushing them up where all I can see is a whole lot of cleavage while she bites her fucking lip. I wanna do that. I wanna bite down on her lip and make it bleed, then move to those big tits of hers and fuck ‘em.
    Before people start to notice my dick trying to rip out of my slacks, I take a seat back at the bar, but I take the stool directly in front of her. Shit, seeing those tits this close, I’m about to lose my fucking load without even touching her. I can see my dick pumping between those tits…
    She finally raises her head and looks at me, forcing me to take my eyes away from her chest. Thank fuck for small mercies, but shit. I need to force myself to look anywhere but her right now because I don’t think I have any control over what may happen if I keep thinking about it.
    Her stunning eyes go wide for only a second, but the shock doesn’t last. Those deep green eyes morph